I skipped the opening day of trout season this year. For those of you who don’t know, Central Pa. has some of the best trout streams on the East Coast. Browns and rainbows lurk in deep pools, the water is clear, and on a day like yesterday, you could see the fish lining up. My choice not to fish would be considered heretical by some—or liberating.
The roads were clear and dry. The air temperature was in the high 60s. Not bad for a day that was supposed to be rainy and gray. With my mother-in-law due to arrive in 48 hours and the spare room still not finished—I realigned my priorities and rolled the bike out of the garage. Did I mention that liberating feeling?